Groupie? // 5SOS

/22/ Best Day of My Life

Previously

Izzy's POV

"Want to get out of here?" He smiled politely.

"I should really stay to watch the rest." I told him.

"You'll see it a million more times. I promise." He took my hand and let me to his tour bus. I'm sure they'll understand.

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Izzy's POV

Jackson knocked on the tour bus door and the driver opened the doors. He was holding onto my wrist gently and he helped me up the stairs. The driver eyed me and I immediately felt self-conscious. "Tony, we're going to the back of the bus." He informed the driver before he brought me to a secluded area in the back.

There were stereos and lights spread out throughout the small space. He took a seat and let his arm rest on the top of the miniature red sofa. "Join me, babe." I raised my eyebrow at him.

"Babe? I don't recall giving you permission to refer to me as 'babe'" I glared at him.

"Fine. Can I call you 'babe'?" He responded with a small smile and a chuckle. I nodded in response and took a seat next to him on the shiny but quite puny couch. He wrapped his arm around my shoulders. "Wanna watch something?"

"A movie, please. Preferably a rom-com." I smiled at him showing my teeth. He leaned over the side of the couch looking through his fairly extensive collection of movies. He held up the movie, 'Notting Hill'. "That's my favorite movie, ever!" I exclaimed. A discrete smile formed on his face.

"I guess we'll be watching this then." He popped the DVD into the tv and it began playing. I loved the soundtrack for this movie.

"Jesus Christ"

"What?"

"Don't ask"

"You're up to something.."

At the same time the flash of pictures came from the screen, there were more flashes from outside.

"What is that?" I asked Jackson getting slightly worried. "I don't know." He replied sounding suspicious as he stood up and looked out the window. His jaw dropped. I walked over to where he's standing looking shocked. I peeked out the window and saw hundreds of paparazzi.
"What the fuck? How are there hundreds of paps? Why do they care what you're up to?" I yelled.

"They care about you because you're friends with 5 Seconds of Summer. They couldn't care less about me." He explained while running his hands through his hair nervously. "We have to get you out of here."

"Why? It's not like I'm dating any of them." I said referring to 5SOS. "Doesn't matter. You're their new eye candy. You're the only girl who's not on crew traveling with us on tour." He cleared up my thoughts.

"That makes sense, I guess. So how are we going to get out?" That's going to be precisely difficult. "Let me ask Tony the best way. The bus is surrounded at every side so he can't drive away. Maybe we could have Tony go out first and that will distract them." I nodded my head showing I agreed.

We told Tony the plan and he stood up to leave. He warned us to close the doors after we left. He quickly pushed the doors open and ran out. Tony put his thumb up in the air as much as he could. That was our cue. We rushed through the open doors and pressed the button on the outside to close them. We carefully pushed through the crowd and we hadn't caught anyone's attention yet.

"THERE SHE IS." Someone screamed. Of course that would happen. Jackson and I sprinted as fast as possible. He held on to my hand to help pull me along. We stopped when we reached the back door of the venue. We knocked frantically on the door until someone answered. Thankfully a security guard opened it before the paparazzi came. Jackson leaned against the wall as did I, so we could take a breather.

"That. Was. Horrible." I said in between breaths. "It gives you a rush, though." He added.

Once we had both gained our breaths back, we began walking towards the dressing rooms. He started telling me cheesy pick-up lines for fun. He wrapped his arm around my shoulder as we continued walking down the corridor until someone came running down the hall and ran right into us knocking all three of us down.

"Ouch. Umm... Was that necessary?" I said awkwardly still lying on the ground.

"No. I'm sorry I was just trying to fi-" he looked up at me. "IZZY!" I recognized the face when he looked up at me.

"MONKEY!" He stuck his tongue out jokingly. Then Jackson stood up, catching Michael's attention. Jackson gave me a hand to help me up.

"I got her from here, Jack." Michael told him with a glare. "Nahh, we were having fun. I got her for a while." He replied with attitude clear in his voice.

Michael grabbed my hand and started walking away. The only problem was Jackson still had his grip on my other hand. Jackson went the opposite way from Michael. I was stuck in a tug of war. Michael noticed that I wasn't going anywhere and he yanked harder on my arm. "Michael, stop. you're hurting me!" I yelled at him.

Jackson pulled even harder on my other arm. "Guys stop! You're really hurting me!" They both stopped as I yelled. They let my arms go and I started crying. My wrists and shoulders were killing me. They both rushed over to comfort me.

"Are you okay, babe?" Jackson asked looking into my eyes.

"Baby, I'm so sorry." Michael told me wiping the tears off my face. "I should have let you decide instead of pulling you. I didn't mean to hurt you." I would've listened to the rest of his apology if my arms weren't killing me and if he hadn't called me 'baby'.

"It's okay. we'll talk about it later, okay?" I made eye contact with him.

"I'm sorry too. I didn't mean to hur-" Jackson started but I quickly cut him off. "I know you didn't mean to hurt me. Thank you for helping me with the paparazzi thing. I should get going. It was nice hanging out though. We should do it again sometime." I told him sincerely.

"I'll see you later." He waved goodbye and walked down the hall.

I turned to Michael. "Did you see the ending of our set?"

"Maybe?" This conversation took a really awkward turn.

"So that's a no. Well, at least you saw the first part.. right?" I nodded. "So why were you hanging out with him anyway?" He had a look of disgust on his face.

"Well he asked if I wanted to hang out and he said I'd be able to see your set a million more times." I explained.

"But what did you guys do and what did you mean about the paparazzi thing?" We started heading to the dressing rooms. "First, we watched a bit of my favourite chick flick 'Notting Hill' and right in the middle of it, this part of the movie came on, and it had a lot of flashes but then we realised that there were more flashes coming from outside. We looked out the window and there were hundreds of paparazzi. There really were! And I was so nervous but Jackson helped me off the bus with this plan and we made it but they saw us just before a security guard let us in the venue." I finished, letting out a huge breath from telling my long story.

"I wish I would've been there to help you." He sighed. "It's okay! Really! Jackson was there to help. I got such a rush when we were running! It was insane." I insisted.

"Well I'm glad you had fun." He looked so disappointed.

"Stop looking so upset. Nothing bad happened." I'm confused about why he's so upset.

"I know but... nevermind. Let's just go back. We were all looking for you." He wrapped his arm around my shoulder and we continued walking in silence. I couldn't tell if it was awkward or not.

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